reallycarlaost/emobank-single-binary · Datasets at Hugging Face

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"I am sorry,"	2
"Enter."	3
I blinked when I opened the door.	0
Sunlight filled Malaquez's bedroom.	1
Tasha lay sprawled nude on a rumpled bed.	2
Her skin seemed as smooth and as polished as the bed's teak frame.	1
She was looking slightly to my left, smiling with trust and satisfaction like one sexually content.	2
Malaquez stood near her, pointing something at my chest.	0
The part of my mind that remembered four months in NorAm during the Great Cleaning sent me rolling across the floor.	2
Malaquez was not prepared for me to react so quickly, or perhaps he waited too long for an expression I would not have, a gesture I would not make, a poignant moment of repentence, wonder, despair, or love.	2
The following events may indicate otherwise.	3
Had he been faster, he could have had rage.	2
I threw a chair at him.	2
As he fell, I scrambled onto him, my knees pinning his arms, my fingers probing his neck.	3
I shouted, "Where is she?	2
"Where is she?	3
Tell me, or I'll kill --"	3
He began to cry.	2
"She left.	2
Earlier this morning --"	0
Her clothes lay by the cube enclosing the bed.	2
I hit him with the back of my hand.	3
"Tell me, Malaquez."	3
"She wanted to be famous.	3
He seemed to expect me to understand.	3
"Where!"	2
I demanded, squeezing his throat until he began jerking his head madly at the sculpture.	3
I stared at the naked Tasha.	0
Most of his story I have pieced together since, but I understood enough as I knelt on his chest with my hands tight on his fleshy throat.	2
In fine tourist tradition, most homes on Vega IV are named.	0
He had made his name with a home capturador.	0
He began with small animals and moved on to derelicts and Undersiders, people who would never be missed.	1
Now he had thought to use vacationers like Tasha and me, and when someone came looking, he would say we had gone island-hopping in our windboat.	0
Our boat would disappear into the ocean to be found or not as the wind and tides chose.	2
Mine was The Sleeping Flamingo, and its outer walls were coral pink.	0
His story would stand in either case.	0
I wanted him to tell me more, but he babbled, begging me to forgive him, to understand.	2
I did not listen.	3
I think I was wondering what it meant to say that a thing was art, so we accepted it as art.	3
Or perhaps I was thinking about the things that humanity made that would outlive our species.	2
But I was probably only looking at my reflection in the capturador's lens.	0
Had he said then that I should use it on myself, I might have.	3
That moment passed.	2
I looked at Malaquez.	1
Were they mood-sensitive, they would have changed as I first viewed them.	3
His lips contorted as if they had lost their ability to shape sound.	0
I turned to touch the cube that was Tasha's crypt.	2
She smiled in trust or pleasure or pride, an erotic Mona Lisa who would smile forever, and I could never know why.	1
I could free Tasha.	3
If I did, one of three things would happen.	3
Most likely: she would be meat --there is a reason why stopboxes are most often used in kitchens.	2
And the tiniest chance of all: she would blink as if I had just materialized in Emil's bedroom, and then she would laugh and tell me that she was going to be immortal.	2
The rental agent, an attractive N'apulcan named Tasha Cortez, was not mood-sensitive either.	0
As I put my hand on the impervious surface of Tasha's stopbox, I heard Malaquez run for the door.	3
It is strange to know that we can do acts of unrepayable kindness to those we should hate.	1
Know this, my future self: Thanks to us, Emil Malaquez's name will live as long as his masterpiece, "A Self-Portrait: Anguish," endures.	3
I could say that I did not dare to take responsibility for her fate.	0
If science finds a way to safely free the subjects of Emil's art, perhaps the I who reads this file will know that my decision is wise.	0
But I cannot stop thinking that I was never afraid of losing Tasha to brain damage or death.	2
My fear is that she would live, and I would learn that I had lost her long before Emil Malaquez translated her into a thing that can be kept, admired, and loved.	2
For in my way, I have done the same thing.	3
She said, "It's beautiful, isn't it, Señor Flynn?"	1
I am ready for the mindwipe now.	3
"It's beautiful, isn't it, Señor Flynn?"	1
But she was young and attractive (as I have said and may say again) and eager and so happy to be assisting the infamous Bernardo Flynn that I merely raised an eyebrow in mild scepticism.	0
And then, because a playwright cannot resist a promising line, I said, "Your Sleeping Flamingo should be put to sleep."	3
"Your Sleeping Flamingo should be put to sleep."	3
To say her face fell would do a disservice to Tasha and to literature.	3
(Allow me my self-indulgences as you would those of a dying man -- when I convince my mindsmith to permit the wipe, there will be another Bernardo Flynn, one who knows no more of Tasha Cortez or Vega IV than he reads here.)	3
Her lower lip (a trifle too narrow for her face, perhaps her only physical flaw) thrust forward slightly as she started to speak.	3
She caught herself, slid her jaw infinitesimally back into place, and said, "You don't like it?"	3
"You don't like it?"	2
What could I do?	2
I clapped her shoulder to show I was not laughing at her.	1
"Like it?	1
I hate it, despise it, abhor it!	2
It's gaudy, graceless, pretentious -- That house is an affront to taste and intelligence.	2
I should buy it to raze it, but I am not so kind-hearted.	3
I might, however, rent it."	0
Captured Moments	1
I think she only heard the last words of my speech.	2
"You will?"	2
Show me around, and then I shall decide."	3
"Of course, Señor Flynn."	1
"And stop calling me 'señor'.	3
Not even Los Mundos is so polite.	3
"If you wish."	1
"I beg you, change the color of the walls, at the very least."	3
"But of course!"	2
I stared.	3
"How's that?"	0
I looked at her.	0
"Worse?"	2
I remember Papa's stopbox, a teal blue Tiempo Capturado that Mama brought home for his birthday.	1
I nodded.	3
"I would not have thought it possible."	1
She frowned.	3
"It is rather ugly."	2
"Thoroughly ugly,"	2
"Thoroughly ugly," I corrected with smile.	2

"I am sorry,"

2

"Enter."

3

I blinked when I opened the door.

0

Sunlight filled Malaquez's bedroom.

1

Tasha lay sprawled nude on a rumpled bed.

2

Her skin seemed as smooth and as polished as the bed's teak frame.

1

She was looking slightly to my left, smiling with trust and satisfaction like one sexually content.

2

Malaquez stood near her, pointing something at my chest.

0

The part of my mind that remembered four months in NorAm during the Great Cleaning sent me rolling across the floor.

2

Malaquez was not prepared for me to react so quickly, or perhaps he waited too long for an expression I would not have, a gesture I would not make, a poignant moment of repentence, wonder, despair, or love.

2

The following events may indicate otherwise.

3

Had he been faster, he could have had rage.

2

I threw a chair at him.

2

As he fell, I scrambled onto him, my knees pinning his arms, my fingers probing his neck.

3

I shouted, "Where is she?

2

"Where is she?

3

Tell me, or I'll kill --"

3

He began to cry.

2

"She left.

2

Earlier this morning --"

0

Her clothes lay by the cube enclosing the bed.

2

I hit him with the back of my hand.

3

"Tell me, Malaquez."

3

"She wanted to be famous.

3

He seemed to expect me to understand.

3

"Where!"

2

I demanded, squeezing his throat until he began jerking his head madly at the sculpture.

3

I stared at the naked Tasha.

0

Most of his story I have pieced together since, but I understood enough as I knelt on his chest with my hands tight on his fleshy throat.

2

In fine tourist tradition, most homes on Vega IV are named.

0

He had made his name with a home capturador.

0

He began with small animals and moved on to derelicts and Undersiders, people who would never be missed.

1

Now he had thought to use vacationers like Tasha and me, and when someone came looking, he would say we had gone island-hopping in our windboat.

0

Our boat would disappear into the ocean to be found or not as the wind and tides chose.

2

Mine was The Sleeping Flamingo, and its outer walls were coral pink.

0

His story would stand in either case.

0

I wanted him to tell me more, but he babbled, begging me to forgive him, to understand.

2

I did not listen.

3

I think I was wondering what it meant to say that a thing was art, so we accepted it as art.

3

Or perhaps I was thinking about the things that humanity made that would outlive our species.

2

But I was probably only looking at my reflection in the capturador's lens.

0

Had he said then that I should use it on myself, I might have.

3

That moment passed.

2

I looked at Malaquez.

1

Were they mood-sensitive, they would have changed as I first viewed them.

3

His lips contorted as if they had lost their ability to shape sound.

0

I turned to touch the cube that was Tasha's crypt.

2

She smiled in trust or pleasure or pride, an erotic Mona Lisa who would smile forever, and I could never know why.

1

I could free Tasha.

3

If I did, one of three things would happen.

3

Most likely: she would be meat --there is a reason why stopboxes are most often used in kitchens.

2

And the tiniest chance of all: she would blink as if I had just materialized in Emil's bedroom, and then she would laugh and tell me that she was going to be immortal.

2

The rental agent, an attractive N'apulcan named Tasha Cortez, was not mood-sensitive either.

0

As I put my hand on the impervious surface of Tasha's stopbox, I heard Malaquez run for the door.

3

It is strange to know that we can do acts of unrepayable kindness to those we should hate.

1

Know this, my future self: Thanks to us, Emil Malaquez's name will live as long as his masterpiece, "A Self-Portrait: Anguish," endures.

3

I could say that I did not dare to take responsibility for her fate.

0

If science finds a way to safely free the subjects of Emil's art, perhaps the I who reads this file will know that my decision is wise.

0

But I cannot stop thinking that I was never afraid of losing Tasha to brain damage or death.

2

My fear is that she would live, and I would learn that I had lost her long before Emil Malaquez translated her into a thing that can be kept, admired, and loved.

2

For in my way, I have done the same thing.

3

She said, "It's beautiful, isn't it, Señor Flynn?"

1

I am ready for the mindwipe now.

3

"It's beautiful, isn't it, Señor Flynn?"

1

But she was young and attractive (as I have said and may say again) and eager and so happy to be assisting the infamous Bernardo Flynn that I merely raised an eyebrow in mild scepticism.

0

And then, because a playwright cannot resist a promising line, I said, "Your Sleeping Flamingo should be put to sleep."

3

"Your Sleeping Flamingo should be put to sleep."

3

To say her face fell would do a disservice to Tasha and to literature.

3

(Allow me my self-indulgences as you would those of a dying man -- when I convince my mindsmith to permit the wipe, there will be another Bernardo Flynn, one who knows no more of Tasha Cortez or Vega IV than he reads here.)

3

Her lower lip (a trifle too narrow for her face, perhaps her only physical flaw) thrust forward slightly as she started to speak.

3

She caught herself, slid her jaw infinitesimally back into place, and said, "You don't like it?"

3

"You don't like it?"

2

What could I do?

2

I clapped her shoulder to show I was not laughing at her.

1

"Like it?

1

I hate it, despise it, abhor it!

2

It's gaudy, graceless, pretentious -- That house is an affront to taste and intelligence.

2

I should buy it to raze it, but I am not so kind-hearted.

3

I might, however, rent it."

0

Captured Moments

1

I think she only heard the last words of my speech.

2

"You will?"

2

Show me around, and then I shall decide."

3

"Of course, Señor Flynn."

1

"And stop calling me 'señor'.

3

Not even Los Mundos is so polite.

3

"If you wish."

1

"I beg you, change the color of the walls, at the very least."

3

"But of course!"

2

I stared.

3

"How's that?"

0

I looked at her.

0

"Worse?"

2

I remember Papa's stopbox, a teal blue Tiempo Capturado that Mama brought home for his birthday.

1

I nodded.

3

"I would not have thought it possible."

1

She frowned.

3

"It is rather ugly."

2

"Thoroughly ugly,"

2

"Thoroughly ugly," I corrected with smile.

2